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I dressed in one of my typical Monday outfits. It’s a dark blue blouse with matching pants. I’m wearing nude heels today to gain a little height because that has never been anything but an advantage in this lab.

There is a step stool that I can use if I need to reach anything off a higher shelf, but when you’re only five feet two inches, you need all the help you can muster. That’s why shoes with at least three inch heels are always on my feet when I come to work.

“Do you want to cook dinner together this week?” Telford tilts his chin before shoving another spoonful of his breakfast into his mouth.

From my vantage point across our shared desk, it appears to be scrambled eggs with peppers, ground sausage, and cheese. It smells a heck of a lot better than it looks.

“Sure.” I nod. “I need to figure out which nights I’m free before I commit.”

“Free?” His brow furrows. “Oh, wait. I forgot that you’re busy helping Posey with the mural.”

I am, but I’m also hoping to visit the Beaumont Hotel on Park Avenue later this week or on the weekend with Rook.

I strolled through the lobby on my way to work this morning since the hotel is only a couple of blocks from where we are now.

It’s absolutely stunning.

After waking with a start last night thinking about Rook, I realized that making love in his bed isn’t the best thing for me.

I don’t want to walk away from that experience with any memories related to his home or his life outside of what we will do together. I want every recollection of my first time to be anchored in the sex itself, not thoughts of the color his bedroom walls are painted or how he looks in his own bed.

I’m already feeling a lot more than I want to after what we did on the phone last night.

“What about tonight? I can grab some groceries and come over right after work.” Telford suggests. “I’ve been meaning to try this new dish. It’s chicken thighs with polenta. I know we’ll love it, and I bet Posey will, too.”

Telford does know what I like, and since I’m planning on visiting the spa in the Bishop Hotel for a massage and a bikini wax before my night with Rook, dinner with Posey and him tonight works for me.

“That sounds great, Tel.” I pick up my phone and jump onto the spa site to book a time after work tomorrow. I’ve been treating myself to skin treatments, massages, and bikini waxes for the past few months.

Pampering myself feels good.

“I can tell you’re tired, but you seem happy.” He leans back in his chair. “You’re more relaxed, too. Something is different since I saw you on Saturday night.”

I’m not about to tell him that I had the best orgasm of my life nine hours ago, so I skip past that and refocus on him. “Why don’t you invite Cam to dinner tonight, too?”

His smile brightens his entire face. “He’s the one on a deadline now, so he’s working late. I’ll take the leftovers for him.”

I nod. “Finish your breakfast.I’m going to get to work.”

He shoves another bite of the scrambled egg mixture into his mouth before he pats his lips with a paper napkin. “No way. If left to your own devices, you could come up with Matiz’s next big scent, and I want in on that.”

“I’ll always give you the credit you deserve, Tel.”

Smoothing a hand over his plain blue tie, he nods. “I know you will, Carrie. You’ve always been good to me.”

I can say the same for him, so I do, “I think that works both ways.”

“We’re a good team.” He strides across the lab toward where he hung his satchel. “I’ll brush my teeth, grab a lab coat, and be at your side in two minutes flat.”

That will give me just enough time to sort through my emails.

I rest my hip against one of the long counters in the lab and scroll through the unread messages filling up my inbox.

Most are from fast food places offering coupons on what could very well be lunch for Tel and me one day this week.

Just as I’m about to pop open one from a Thai restaurant a few blocks away, a text message appears on my screen.

My hands tremble slightly when I see who it’s from.

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